i looked out
beyond me a vast, gray of blur. As I was advanced bright twins glow of evil necessities dodged past my side. Random tunes and words drilled into my head. A steady, unconfortable hum and vibration of my own evil necessity.
In front, so blue, clean and real.
Left, foreign unfriendly light-emitting device and a conversation.
Right, same old vastness, some greatness out in the world that I don't comprehend. And every few seconds, a reminder that we destroy this greatness.
I pick up a pen and write. I close the book, and I close my eyes to the music of Josh Groban.
4nov08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Luckily you picked up a pen to write this poem-story about impressions of travel in maestoso tune with a wide scenery..